Stuff I recommend a virgin-TV viewer to watch:

1.    Monk

2.   Lost

3.    Ramsay’s kitchen nightmares

4.   Survivor

5.    America’s next top model

6.    Top chef

7.    Ugly Betty

8.   Biggest loser

9.    While you were out

10.What not to wear

Happy 26, A'int it?

This is the beginning, isn’t it?

I can no longer live in La-La Land, can I?

Turned a woman at last.

Some would say I turned that a long time ago but refused to step out and smell the candle wax.

Elle se trouve sur mon paupières,
comme une seule fois dormir fait.
Et maintenant, elle est à l'intérieur de moi,
comme une seule fois je pourrais être.
Si vous êtes arrivé, vous ne savez pas la différence.
Elle ne parle pas à des inconnus.
Tout ce que vous ne voyez que je suis assis seul.
Bien que je clutched son dans mon palmiers,
Et dans mon fermer les yeux,
Et je ma bouche,
Et dans toutes les parties de moi,
Où elle vit maintenant.

TV is fun again for me!

TV is fun again for me!

First, there is Kahaani Mahabharata ki.

I have read the Mahabharata only once and people were always sleeping with lots of other people and then dying or cursing others and causing there penises to fall off (I am only half joking). I have also seen the Doordarshan one. In fact my early memories were of watching MB on Sunday mornings sitting on my Grandmother’s bed (which was also my bed)

I have looked forward to Ekta Kapoors’s version of it since I saw Chetan Hansrajs’ Bhim on a poster everybody on my way to work and everyday I try to memorize how his body looks naked.

Coming back to it, after 2 weeks we are proceeding beautifully. It is the same story but beautifully divided into 30 minutes episode. It’s grand and well characterized and filled with beautiful people who worked on their bodies for a year or so and I wish people who don’t like Ekta cos she is Ekta watch this and learn Mahabharata, like my sis is.

Gossipmongers's madness.

She waits by the water cooler

as halls fill with oyster pink secrets

and laundry piles up behind her

And she revels in the dirt,

turning her beige life grey.

Lost my glasses in the morn, couldnot search for them without them (Irony).

Wearing lenses in the day after a long time, bright light hurting the eye and a clear perspective wounding the psyche.

Maggi, enough water and a cube of Britannia cheese creates a tupperware bowl of heaven.

You touch the warmest marshmellow core of me and you and I eat it with glee

I love you too much too and I don't know what to do with it.

My foot

I met some people this weekend. Some people I knew about 5 years ago. And they said I have changed. For the good they think. 1- My phone voice is sexy as hell. 2-I have longer hair. 3- I am all lady-like and gracious, (I think he meant graceful)

I hate this post. I think I have changed too, I am now 1- conceding to the fact(concept, I still wanna believe)that women should dress like women. 2- growing my hair so that it matched the rest of my body, ie, BIG. 3- spending money and time on my appearance. 4-Less happy and attractive than I was then.

P.S: I hate this post as its one of my those posts, wherin I talk about my feelings and show the world how i was a better person then.

P.P.S: I am writing prose for premankur, I hope he is reading my blog now. :(

all i have realised

I have realised that I mostly start posts with “I have realised.” ANYwayyy, moving ooonnn...as I was saying...GAH (“Come to the point”) Lots of existential outpourings have spewed forth my mouth, my ears and nose and this blog in the last 30 days or so. Annnnnd....I realise (rerealise so to say) this post too has no point. Sigh! Like my life (“pity party no 37”). Anyway...sigh!... PMS and 26^th Birthday (“Coming Soon”) don't make good drinking buddies...on the other hand..they do do! 

Solitude

She lies on my eyelids,

like once only sleep did.

And now she is inside of me,

like once only I could be.

If you came by, you wouldn't know the difference.

She doesn't speak to strangers.

All you would see is me sitting alone.

While I clutched her in my palms,

And in my shut eyes,

And I my mouth,

And in all those parts of me,

Where she now lives.

Food for Thought

Last year or so I have been leaving for home at exactly 5:30 or 5:45 unless I had to go to the gym. And these days I just stay back, like I used to, my first year at Google. This is all cos I just cant be home anymore. My lonely desperation has reached its new heights and this time I am quite happy with it. I have to move out of home and I don't want to be able to slip back into the comfort. I want some prickly heat in my life..I need to take some risks, meet new people, set some tough OKRs.

I need to get off this seat and get back home and spend some time at home with people who I feel are starting to think that I am some kinda emotional burden to them. And all this is making me eat more and buy new clothes, and soon they will be mutually exclusive as I wont be able to fit into them. But then I have discovered Revolutions...so I guess I am safe for another 50 KGS................I just scared myself shit...I need to also stay healthy and these are not like resolutions but what I have realised I need to do like 7 years ago...OK 4. And I can hear this boy and girl next door murmur to each other...and am getting a little turned on.

Anyhooo...I have miles and miles to go before I will be able to look myself in the eye, but Soul is a lil rested as I am writing here at;east at last :D

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